A somewhat distant friend from my childhood recently died after a wretched life of loneliness, an abusive marriage, diabetes and ultimately, a choice to die of her kidney failure at a comparative young age of 60. Weeks before her actual death in 2011, I awoke recalling ALL the words to this PP&M dirge and sang it again and again on my morning walk. It haunted me, as I had not made a connection.

She had lived a life devoid of true love or happiness. She never had a baby. She suffered illness and its delusions of being *ok*.

Indeed, I weep for Jamie-- and Liz. RIP! Sweet dreams. May you now have the life I wish you had enjoyed while living.